“So spread your covering over your
maid, for you are a close relative.”
Ruth 3:9
Yesterday we walked in one of the few
remaining virgin forest in the United States.
The mountains were quiet as we hiked among these towering oaks and
poplars, their massive trunks drove deep into the forest floor, their bare
winter canopies spread over the forest like great ancients. As I watched Ferguson MO go up in flames last
night I wondered where are the great ancients of this culture? Citizens whose roots are deep in the
community and whose wise arms spread out to cover and protect it. We have long since cut down the ancients and
replaced them with runty culls who will stay in Ferguson only until the fires
are put out and then return to their ivory places built with virgin
timber.
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